“Can you turn here and drive back toward that gas station?” I asked my spouse. He turned right and did as I asked. “I saw someone homeless who looked like ______,” I said. “That person?” my spouse asked, pointing to a stranger. “No, that person,” I said. Same tall, thin frame, pale skin, long blond
My spouse read that last post about how I was hurt by a friend who we loved. “Do you ever see his news?” I asked. “No,” my spouse said. “Maybe would you look him up?” I asked. “I’m just curious if he’s alive.” “Ok, I can do that.” “Would you look up my ex-husband also?”
When I left my ex-husband, he decided I was having a manic episode. He called my parents and my best friend to tell them I was having a manic episode and ask them to check up on me and try to help me. He thought I was crazy. I remember my best friend telling me
“Do you know the one thing I would change about you, if I could?” I asked. what I would change I was in bed, naked, and he was standing by the bed. I was touching his tummy and chest–we smiled at each other. “Uh, oh! Get ready to be hurt!” I said. We laughed. “Are
red curry That night the pron addict told me he had a porn addiction, we were at the Thai place by his apartment, and something in me constricted, grossed out. Then about one second letter, I felt a rush of compassion. I reached out to him with my arms. I held him. He was wearing